I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1639 | 2011-02-10 17:20:17 | 55.27 | |
| 1407 | 2011-01-24 10:34:15 | 55.92 | |
| 1087 | 2011-01-06 14:52:24 | 61.38 | |
| 870 | 2010-12-27 15:08:57 | 52.32 | |
| 803 | 2010-12-26 11:15:43 | 50.24 |